Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 26 Baixiang Building

into the night,

Coming out of the inn, Xu Zisu walked straight to the street.

Regarding Baixiang Tower, he had already found out during the day that Baixiang Tower is located in Fang District, not in the city. Late night snacks are not allowed in Fang District, and most of them can operate until midnight, which is around eleven o'clock now.

The time in between is not short, after all, the brothel is also a big tax collector.

Stepping into the shop under the moonlight, I looked up and saw people standing shoulder to shoulder, and there was endless noise.

Although it is a square area, there is also a market in the square. After all, the nightlife is where the money is made.

"Golden branches and jade hostas, don't miss it if you are passing by from south to north!"

"Fragrant butter cakes cost only a penny each. Please try them."

"Exquisite wooden toys. If you have children at home, please come and take a look."

"Little master, please take a look at the fine wooden comb?"

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Xu Zisu couldn't help but froze, looking at the vendor whose eyes fell on him, and couldn't help but touch his bare head.

This sense of déjà vu is very similar to what the lecturer said in his previous life when he was in sales, "understand the applause."

When buying things, you have to find the right person. If you go to the monk temple to sell combs, will you be able to sell them?
Obviously not!

As a stubborn boy with 89 pounds of bone in his [-] pounds, he must be taught a lesson in person.

"Please help me, donor, to wrap it up for the young monk."

The vendor selling combs was at a loss for a while.

He just shouted casually, but he didn't expect that the young master actually wanted to buy it.

He shook his head with a complicated expression and said: "The young master is a monk, so this comb is useless, so let's forget it."

"How does the donor know that the little monk is useless? Although the little monk can't use it himself, it doesn't affect the little monk from giving it to others. The donor should pack a handful for the little monk."

Seeing Xu Zisu's insistence, the vendor had no choice but to wrap a handful for him.

"Put it away, young master, two copper plates."

Xu Zisu put down the two coins with a smile, and looked up at the bright moon with a wicked look.

Why can't a monk buy a comb? Everything is possible.

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The workshop area is very large, there are cloth workshops, medicine workshops, blacksmith workshops, and tofu workshops. Of course, there is no tofu Xishi.

And Baixiang Tower is even more conspicuous.

Looking up, the red light hangs high, and the most luxurious and bright pavilion is Baixianglou.

The eroding sounds of warblers and swallows inside are full of temptation.

Scholars, students, merchants, gentry, and local scoundrels all come to Baixianglou.

As soon as Xu Zisu came closer, he was hugged by a girl with heavy makeup. He felt the fullness on his arms, which was naturally very comfortable. But when he saw this face, he couldn't help but feel a sense of penetration, and then he hurriedly took off his arms.

"Amitabha."

"Oh, the little master is so handsome."

"Little master, why don't you go in with the slave family to have a rest?"

Looking at the young monk entangled with the woman, everyone couldn't help laughing. It was a rare scene for a monk to go to a brothel.

"Female donor, it's unclear whether men and women can give or receive, so don't touch her."

Looking at the panic-stricken young monk, the woman greeted him again, and then forced him into Baixiang Tower step by step.

And Xu Zisu was happy to cooperate.

Seeing Xu Zisu enter the Baixiang Tower, the woman covered her mouth and gave a playful smile, then left in a hurry.

After Xu Zisu entered the building, he clasped his hands together and looked at everything in the building curiously.
Green and red, there are warblers and swallows everywhere, wind and moon, day and night,
What a picture of an ancient nightclub.

"Oh, I didn't expect that a young master would come, but I'm too lazy. Yue'er, wait for the young master to take a seat."

"Mom, come here."

A gust of fragrant wind came over, and a girl with lightly hanging gauze and watery eyebrows came over. She was more eye-catching than the previous one.

Behind him, he gently put his jade hand on Xu Zisu's arm.

"Sit down here, young master." He walked to the side, and then a boy brought a plate of snacks.

"Can I drink alcohol, young master?"

Xu Zisu shook his head hastily: "Amitabha, I don't drink alcohol, just a pot of water is enough."

"Little master, wait a moment."

Not long after, a pot of tea was placed on the table.

Not to mention anything else, the service attitude of Baixianglou makes people feel happy, not to mention the girls who are more eye-catching. No wonder most literati are willing to come here to drink flower wine.

"Mom, where is Miss Yun? As usual, shouldn't Miss Yun play the piano tonight?"

"That's right, I came here today just to listen to Miss Yun playing the piano."

"Let Miss Yun come out quickly."

"It's not like I can't afford to pay the money."

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There was a lot of noise in the hall, and the madam smiled a little on her age-like face. The louder the cheers, the more money you earn today. Who doesn’t love money?
"Guests, please be patient. Miss Yun is dressing up and will be out soon."

"Everyone, please wait a moment."

After the words fell, all the young guests had no choice but to hold back their excitement, but their eyes looked towards the attic from time to time.

Xu Zisu looked to the side and saw that the face of Miss Yue'er beside him was full of envy. The top brothel in ancient times was very profitable, and it was up to him to decide whether he would accept clients on weekdays. No wonder this girl would be full of envy. .

"Miss Yue'er, I wonder where this girl Yun comes from?"

"To tell you the truth, young master, the slave family doesn't know either. I heard that he came from another place in poverty, so he had no choice but to settle in our Baixiang Tower."

"Then Miss Yun is pretty?"

"She's so beautiful that even a girl from the slave family admires her very much."

As he spoke, a bit of envy flashed in his eyes.

"The girl is also very good-looking."

Hearing this, Yue'er's face turned a little red: "I didn't expect the young master to be so poor-mouthed."

"The poor monk is just telling the truth."

"Thank you, little master, for your praise."

After saying that, she poured him a cup of tea and picked up a piece of snack. She put her delicate hand to Xu Zisu's mouth and said with a complicated expression: "I'm afraid, after the young master sees Miss Yun, he won't think so."

Just when Xu Zisu was thinking about whether to eat, three figures walked straight in.

The momentum was so great that it immediately attracted the attention of many young guests.

Seeing this, the bustard hurried forward,

"Hey, here are three heroes."

The three of them glanced at the hall, frowned slightly after seeing Xu Zisu, and then walked to a seat next to Xu Zisu and sat down.

"Madam, serve the wine."

"The three heroes wait a moment."

"Hey, brother, this is the first time we've seen this little monk go to a brothel."

"Don't talk nonsense."

The leading man cast an apologetic look at Xu Zisu.

Xu Zisu nodded with a smile.

Two men and one woman, one of them is a woman disguised as a man.

And that sharp aura on his body, is he a warrior?

Xu Zisu thought to himself secretly.

In addition to monks, there are also so-called warriors in this world.

Warriors do not accept spiritual energy, but only refine their physical bodies. Therefore, they may be very powerful, but they cannot live forever.

What's more, it's not uncommon for warriors to die prematurely if something goes wrong while refining their body.

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(End of this chapter)